Milton: Albert, your grandson lost a Band-Aid in the pool. It's unsanitary!
Pops: Milton, you leave my grandson alone.
Milton: I'm checking the boy for cuts and scrapes.
Pops: Take one step closer, and you're gonna need that Band-Aid.
Milton: What'd you say?
Pops: You heard me. Unless you're hungry for a knuckle sandwich. I make it special, with a side of bam and an extra helping of kapow.
Milton: Geez! You try to start a friendly conversation. [walks off]
Adam: You were gonna get into an old-man fight for no reason! [chuckles] This is amazing!